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Where are you, friend of mine, where did you go? You found out what it means to grow up alone. If you were met with youth, would you pull it in close? As if it were a friend you left long ago? Do you remember being so young? Because it's the only thing I can think of. Do you remember the way that it felt when you didn't have to care? Can you feel the weight of the world in the waiting room chair? You race through the vacuum I once called my head. I allowed time's embrace, I should've picked you instead. And I wonder, if I stuck around, would you still be the same? Or is it fate that I'm the only one refusing to change? I don't know if I remember the route to your house. I don't really remember the faces of your family. I hope the drugs you take make you feel better, at least for the moment. And if you ever think about me again, remember who you were, And I hope you are still alive, somewhere.
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